THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT ON MY PALE FACE
THE WIND BLOWS SOFTLY AGAINST MY FAIR SKIN
THE DAY FEELS AS DELICATE AS FINE LACE
LYING IN THIS MEADOW FEELS LIKE A WIN
BIRDS FLYING OVERHEAD ATTRACT MY MIND
THE COLORS IN THE SKY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL
BEING HERE IN THIS PLACE IS SO VERY KIND
THE BLOSSOMING FLOWERS ARE SO BLISSFUL
TALL GRASS TICKLES THE BACK OF MY BARE LEGS
IS IT WRONG TO WANT TO STAY FOR A WHILE?
CAN I STAY HERE? PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME BEG
I’M JUST GONNA NAP IN THIS BIG OLE HAY PILE
MY EYES GET FUZZY AS THEY WAKE TO SEE
OH MY THIS CAN’T HAPPEN, THIS MUST NOT BE!
Work Cited:
"The Sonnet is a Versatile Poem of Fourteen Lines." Literature: A Introduction to Reading and Writing. Ed. Edgar V. Roberts 9th ed. New York: Pearson, 2009. 900. Print.